The catastrophe in the heavens has finally come to an end.
There are many figures in the starry sky, and in every bloody battlefield, there are figures, all covered in blood, looking for the remains of their loved ones, and howling and crying one after another.
That is the real funeral song.
"Boss, we won."
In the dead star field, the little ape emperor carried Kui Niu on his back, walking and talking, swaying all the way.
In the past, whenever there was a big battle, Kui Niu would basically pull him. This time, the roles were reversed.
When I went to see Kui Niu, I found that he had no breath, or in other words, he was dead. His soul had been wiped out by a demon king.
"The emperor has appeared in the heavens, and he is our younger brother and sister."
The little ape emperor had tears in his eyes, as if he was talking to himself or to Kui Niu, but unfortunately there was no response.
Among the seven brothers, Kui Niu died in the battle, and Ye Chen also died in the battle, leaving him alone.
Such a tragic situation can be seen all over the starry sky.
It can be seen that Chen Yi is carrying a blood-stained piano on his back, which belongs to the Nine Immortals of the Emperor; it can be seen that Yao Xin is holding the bloody clothes of Emperor Xuanyuan; it can be seen that Nan Emperor is holding the blood-stained Suzaku, she is also gone Breath….
The entire starry sky is a scene of desolation.
Empress Ji Ningshuang is also one of them. She lost her husband and her child. She is still stumbling around like a person who has lost her soul.
The empress is also a human being, a wife and a mother.
The starry wind blew, and she finally fell.
"Jiu Niang."
Ye Ling rushed over and helped her. Seeing the bloody clothes and armor in her arms, she burst into tears of pain.
Ji Ningshuang fell asleep. She didn't know whether she was injured or too tired, so she fell into Ye Ling's arms.
"Ling'er will take you home."
With tears in her eyes, Ye Ling carried Ji Ningshuang on her back and walked further and further away with staggering steps.
The wailing and crying did not stop.
It took three months before it gradually disappeared.
The bones on the battlefield have basically been claimed, and the forces, sects, and races that were wiped out by the army are also buried for them, and they must be buried in peace.
Light filled the human world, but the blood-colored clouds and mist still covered the heavens. The great mountains and rivers were almost destroyed, and there were signs of dilapidation everywhere.
However, no one has the power to rebuild.
In this battle, everyone from the new Emperor Zhengdao to the junior Qi Ning was too exhausted and seriously injured.
In the new era, the heavens need to rest and recuperate.
For the first time, the starry sky became incomparably dry and silent, with not a single human figure in sight. The seclusion and healing were so quiet that both the emperors of Heaven and Ming were depressed.
The night in Dachu is also peaceful.
Northern Chu was in a mess, and Southern Chu was also devastated. There was no longer a complete ancient city, nor a complete mountain. Even the Changhe River and the Xiongjiang River were stained with blood.
The battle between the heavens was brutal, and the great Chu was no different. The older generation was like the emperor, and the younger generation was like Ye Chen. More than 90% of them were destroyed.
In a catastrophe, two generations of Da Chu were killed.
In a catastrophe, the gods also killed two generations of people.
Jade Girl Peak is deserted.
Ji Ningshuang lay quietly on the clouds, sleeping peacefully. Her hair was still white, and there were tears left in the corners of her eyes, full of sorrow and pain.
There were many bright lamps hanging beside her, each one burning with a weak flame, which was the soul fire of Nan Ming Yushu and Xi Yan.
Fortunately, Ye Chen's wives are still there. At least, the fire of the soul is still there. It is only a matter of time before they can be reshaped again.
Under the old tree, Ye Ling was lying on the tree trunk, sleeping quite drowsily and exhausted. Even in his sleep, the tears in the corners of his eyes could not stop flowing.
Her father died in the war, her younger brother was sacrificed, her mothers were sleeping deeply, and the Chengyuan Divine Fire was the source of the Divine Fire. This was the first time in many years that she felt so lonely. The warm night breeze made her curl up. .
"Ling'er, Ling'er."
There seemed to be a call from somewhere, soft and gentle, for fear of waking her up from her dream.
"Dad."
Ye Ling opened his eyes quickly and stood up quickly. When he saw the scene in front of him, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed again.
Dream, it turns out to be a dream.
The breeze blows, carrying a touch of feminine fragrance.
There is such a beautiful figure walking up the Jade Girl Peak, bathed in the moonlight, bright and flawless, like a dream.
Ye Ling glanced sideways subconsciously.
She is Concubine Yan, the wife of Emperor Chen.
However, she had her eyes closed and her lotus steps were graceful, as if she was sleepwalking. For some reason, she sleepwalked to Jade Girl Peak. Looking at her face, she looked haggard, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and the wind would not dry them.
In this battle, she also lost her most loved one.
Seeing her, Ye Ling was in a trance.
For a moment, she seemed to see her father's figure in Concubine Yan.
Not far away, Concubine Yan had not settled down. She seemed to be sleepwalking, walking around with graceful lotus steps.
"Princess?"
Ye Ling caught up and called softly.
Concubine Yan's immortal body trembled slightly, and she finally woke up. She opened her eyes for a moment, her expression was dull, and her eyes were empty. The next moment, she regained her clarity.
Huan glanced around and realized that it was Jade Girl Peak. He saw Ye Ling, Ji Ningshuang, and more than a dozen ever-burning lanterns.
"everything will be fine."
Concubine Yan smiled and gently touched Ye Ling's little head. Her smile was gentle but also forced. She also lost her dearest person, but she was still comforting the little girl.
Ye Ling nodded, tears filling her eyes again.
Concubine Yan left. She came lightly and left quietly. Before leaving, she glanced at the sleeping Ji Ningshuang.
The future life is to be feared.
That is the youngest emperor in the world and the most stunning empress. I hope she wakes up soon.
Dreams are, after all, illusions.
Behind her, Ye Ling wiped away her tears, regained her energy, and came to her mothers again, using the power of her soul to nourish their soul fire.
She has been doing this for the past three months.
As for Ji Ningshuang, she is an emperor herself, and the scars on the emperor's body have been completely recovered.
But she still didn't wake up.
In other words, I deceived myself and others, falling into a dreamland and not daring to open my eyes to face reality. In the dream, I had a husband and children, but when I woke up, there were only two tombs.
In the fourth month, I saw people coming out one after another.
Afterwards, a sky-high tombstone was built in many places in the starry sky to pay homage to the souls of the fallen heroes.
In the fifth month, more people came out to rebuild their hometowns.
The emperor has emerged in the heavens, and a new era has begun. I thought it was a golden age, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be the afterglow of glory. This era of recuperation and recuperation will not last for thousands of years, and the heavens will not be able to recover.
The morning sun is warm.
Before daybreak, people from Hengyue were seen coming out of the mountain to rebuild the old mountain gate. Dachu was almost in ruins, and the Hengyue Sect was the same. There was not a single complete mountain, and too many palaces had collapsed.
Looking up, there are too many familiar people missing, Nie Feng, Huo Teng, Shi Yan, Wang Lin, Long Yilong and Wulongye... and that Xiong Er who only knows how to make money.
Everyone, when passing by Jade Girl Peak, will show awe and bow respectfully.
There is a supreme emperor on the Little Jade Girl Peak, and a god of war is also buried there.
The peaceful Da Chu gradually became more alive.
Like Hengyue, many forces from the Zhengyang Sect, Qingyun Sect, and Da Chu are rebuilding their hometowns.
Looking up, there are still many people missing.
The night is still so peaceful.
Jade Girl Peak is still so deserted.
With the breeze blowing, Emperor Ji Ningshuang's body trembled slightly, and finally woke up. It was a dream, and there was a time to wake up.
In June after the war, she finally got up.
At the same moment, more than a dozen suspended long-lit lamps all flickered with flames. They were indeed Yuan Shen's fire, but they were all conscious, as if they were excited or sad.
Ji Ningshuang lost her husband and her child, and so did they. They were a family.
Ji Ningshuang smiled forcefully, with tears still in her eyes. She gently flicked her hands, spreading the power of the soul one after another, the fire of the soul that nourished them.
After doing this, she came to the old tree.
Ye Ling nestled there, curled up with her little body, dreaming about her father and Ye Fan.
Ji Ningshuang reached out and stroked her little cheek. Ye Chen's daughter was also her daughter.
It was late at night, so she got up and went to the small bamboo forest to pay homage to Ye Chen and to pay homage to Ye Fan.
In front of two short tombs, the empress's tears were crystal clear. She hugged the tombstones and cried until she choked.
I don't know when she left.
The back view of the empress is desolate, vicissitudes of life, and poignant.
Reappeared as Tianxuan Sect.
Today's Tianxuan Sect is also deserted.
In the past, those crooked old guys were hard to see anymore. There was only one person, the son of the plane, with gray hair, sitting quietly under the old tree, quietly in a daze.
This catastrophe is so tragic. Every old friend has become the dust of history.
On that day, if he hadn't gone to inspect the territory, he would probably have been one of the Dou Emperors, and he would have probably been like those old quasi-emperors, dragging the Emperor along to the death line.
"Condolences."
From a distance, Xichen smiled tiredly, with blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth. Although he had not fought against the emperor, he was still seriously injured. He had also been on the battlefield and fought against the devil.
Ji Ningshuang said nothing and walked gently. When passing by Xichen, a ray of imperial light penetrated into Xichen's body, healing his wounds and extinguishing the murderous intention in his body.
Dachu is desolate, and Tianxuanmen is even more desolate.
She walked along and saw few people. Even if there were people, they were mostly juniors, and most of them were below the Great Sage.
Da Chu really lost two generations in the war.
When passing by the stone tablet covered with Yuanshen jade tablets, she glanced sideways for a moment. More than 90% of the jade tablets had annihilated the light, which was shocking.
Reflecting the moonlight, she entered the Lingxiao Palace.
In the hall, Ruoxi, Chu Xuan, and Chu Ling were all there, floating quietly, all in deep sleep. One of them looked pale, while the other two had tears in their eyes and their faces were full of pain.
She felt guilty towards them. Di Fei was omnipotent and could not save their Ye Chen.
Her arrival made Chu Xuan and Chu Ling cry even more painfully.
However, they couldn't wake up, so they could only subconsciously grieve for love and shed tears for Ye Chen.
Ji Ningshuang raised her hand, gently placed it on Ruoxi's body, and used the imperial power to repair her damaged foundation. Ruoxi's cheeks now had a touch of rosy color.
The stronger a person becomes, the more terrifying the world becomes.
Just like her, just like this emperor, she stood in front of Ruoxi in the past, feeling nothing, but today, she feels even more depressed. It is a kind of pressure from ancient times, which is higher than the emperor. If the real empress of the ancient heaven is Still, no emperor can cover up her brilliance.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Lingxiao Palace trembled slightly, I don't know what it meant, maybe I was relieved, maybe I was amazed, as if I could find the shadow of the empress in Ji Ningshuang's body.
They are all so amazing. If she is given enough time, maybe she will be the second empress of the ancient heaven.
Ji Ningshuang left, walking in the virtual sky of Dachu.
At night, there were also figures of people busy rebuilding their hometown. When they saw her, they would bow respectfully.
They should be lucky, lucky to be alive, lucky to witness the birth of the new emperor. They will be the fire of this new era and continue it for future generations.
When passing by the Nanchu city wall, Ji Ningshuang stopped.
Among the blood-stained rocks, she found a trace of a remnant soul belonging to the demon king Kui Yu.
The Nine Emperors of Da Chu died in battle, and all the kings of Da Chu also fought bloody battles with the demons. One of them died, including Kui Yujiang.
However, he is Nebula, and he has a trace of his soul left.
Ji Ningshuang flicked her sleeves and used the divine power of the emperor to melt the Changming Lamp, put Kui Yujiang's remnant soul into the Changming Lamp, lit the soul fire, and sent it back to the Demon Realm.
In his year, this trace of soul fire will ignite into the fire of the soul, and resurrection is only a matter of time.
The lucky ones are not only Kui Yujiang, but also Xu Nuoyan, the saint of Qixi Palace.
If the Holy Maiden of the Chinese Valentine's Day were here, she would definitely call him Ji Wuchen. It was a woman in Dan City who disguised herself as a man and stole a woman's soul. Even after a great reincarnation, she still remembered that name.
It is still an ever-burning lantern, containing the soul of the Holy Maiden of the Qixi Festival, which was sent back to the Qixi Palace by the empress.
That night, her imperial consciousness enveloped the entire Chu State, trying to find the remaining soul.
Unfortunately, no one is lucky anymore.
So many people died in the battle, but only Kui Yujiang and Xu Nuoyan could truly be resurrected. As for the other heroic souls, they have all become dust in history and will never come back.
Passing by Luo Shenyuan, the empress suddenly stopped.
Inside, there is a beautiful figure, walking out step by step, bathed in moonlight, like a dream.
It's Concubine Yan again, sleepwalking again, like a ghost in the night, erratic, sometimes illusory, sometimes solid.
Looking at her, Ji Ningshuang was in a trance for a moment, as if she saw Ye Chen's figure from Concubine Yan.
Just like Ye Ling, she also laughs at herself. Is she deceiving herself? Still miss Ye Chen too much
Facing the night wind, Concubine Yan gradually moved away.
Ji Ningshuang watched her go.
A fellow practitioner of the Dream Path, the concubine of Emperor Chen, took a different path from hers. Her understanding of the Dream Path, that female senior, was even better than hers.
After all, she is also practicing the art of dreams.
And Concubine Yan specializes in the way of dreams.
Even if she is the emperor, it will still be difficult to make up for it.
She turned around again and entered the turbulent flow of time and space. In the turbulent flow, there were still many old quasi-emperors who had not yet taken them out.
"Wow, Emperor?"
Then, I heard exclamations of surprise, and the elders flying past one by one were so startled that they recognized that it was Ji Ningshuang, and smelled the emperor's aura.
"How did you become emperor?"
"Did we miss the wonderful show?"
"what happened."
Surprises were heard frequently, and the old quasi-emperors were shocked. The look in Ji Ningshuang's eyes was more exciting than they imagined, and all of them were filled with questions.
Are they all still thinking about how to attain enlightenment
Now take a look and prove your sister's truth.
The new Emperor has come out of the capital, and his brand of Imperial Dao has replaced the Emperor's brand. Not only did he replace it, but he also suppressed it extremely hard. It would be strange to be able to prove the Dao.
Ji Ningshuang remained silent and stood gracefully in the turbulent flow, unaffected by the turbulence.
She did not respond to the words of the quasi-emperors. She just flicked her hand and sent an old quasi-emperor out of the turbulent flow. Although there were many, the number was limited, only a few hundred, and there was no supreme power. Peak level.
After leaving the chaos and returning to their hometown, what the old quasi-emperors saw was a devastated world.
Soon, the sound of wailing resounded through the starry sky. It was time to be told what happened. During their absence, a catastrophe came to the entire human world, and too many people died in the battle.
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